#scene 001

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You ever wake up and have like the best morning ever, not even because of sex because we totally didn’t have sex, and then it’s all just ruined. By a text message.  I really like my wife. I like her a lot. Which is weird to say because we’re friggin married, but I’m really not a fan of my in-laws. They just seem like really terrible people. I mean, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s just this crazy situation. So I’m trying really hard to bite my tongue. I just need to make it through this brunch and then Quinn and me are off on our honeymoon.

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[Quinn and Puck walk into the restaurant, surprised to see Quinn’s parents.]

Puck: *walks in and hugs her mother and sister, offering Quinn’s parents a tight smile* Good morning, everyone. You’re all looking nice and refreshed. I slept well. How about you? *looks directly at Quinn’s parents*

Judy: Very well, thank you.

Quinn: *stops to hug Puck’s mom and sister, then hesitates and moves around to sit instead of hugging her own parents* Yes, we slept very well, all cuddled up, practically on top of each other.

Russell: *clears throat*

Sarah: Only cuddling? *looks at Puck* Are you ok?

Puck:*laughs a little, shaking her head* I am just fine. Gotta save something for the honeymoon. *winks at Sarah before they both snicker*

Esther: Girls, not at the table. Oi, you’re going to put me in an early grave.

Sarah: Sorry Mom…

Puck: *ducks her head* Sorry, Ma. *smirks at Sarah and then Quinn*

Quinn: *smirks back at Puck, then glances at Sarah and smiles at her, too* Thanks for coming to brunch. *glances at her parents, then at Puck’s mom* We really appreciate you all being here.

Esther: Of course, dear, Norah’s being married is something I never thought I’d see. I’m just so happy she’s settled down.

Puck: *looks at Quinn and mouths “crazy” about her mother*

Esther: What?

Puck: *shakes her head* Nothing, Ma. So bagel and lox then?

Quinn: *laughs silently at Puck then bites her lip and glances at her parents before looking at Puck* I've never had a bagel and lox. What is that?

Puck: it's um...like salmon that's been in brine. They don't cook it. So it's kinda like sushi too in a way. You eat it on a bagel with cream cheese. *looks at her mom and sister for a moment* We keep kosher. So I basically can't eat any breakfast meats ‘cept lox and steak. Want a bite when I get it?

Quinn: *frowns as she hears the description, glances at Puck’s family then looks at Puck* You'll… have to go over this kosher thing with me. I don't know anything about it.

Judy: Because Quinn is Catholic. She went to Catholic school and college.

Quinn: Raised Catholic. *smiles at Puck* I'd love to try it. *reaches under the table to take Puck’s hand*

Puck: *smiles back at Quinn before looking at Judy* Well, it's not like I'm saying she can't be Catholic or has to eat kosher. It's called sharing in other people's cultures and being open-minded. I think a lot of people would benefit from that. Just sayin.

Judy: I believe some influences may be bad and give the wrong idea to open minded people like my daughter. She's always marched to the beat of her own drum, pursuing her own interests, never did anything just because someone told her she should. I just don't want her making bad decisions.

Quinn: I'm not making bad decisions, Mom.

Judy: I know that, Quinn, but I was just saying I don't want you mingling with the wrong crowd.

Quinn: Mom, this is my wife now. It’s not--

Judy: Am I not allowed to voice concerns? I thought that's what we're doing here, at brunch, just chatting. *picks up mimosa and takes a long drink*

Esther: Well, if we're voicing concerns, I'm a little concerned that you're a little antisemitic. I mean unless you think being kosher means you're being initiated into a gang then I don't understand your problem. So you must think that being Jewish is the “wrong influence.” You know who else thought like that? Hitler. *holds up her hands in defense* I'm not saying you're nazis but you are very Aryan looking, and that coupled with your issues with being kosher, some people might draw some conclusions.

Sarah: I've never known lox to be some kind of gateway drug. Next thing you know, she'll be eating brisket and selling latkes to kids on the street corner.

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I love my family.

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Russell: *leans back against chair* Of course we’re not antisemitic, but you have to agree that when you thought about your kosher girls growing up, you thought they’d find kosher spouses. My daughter, Francine, married a man that was Catholic. Quinn did too. I’m just saying, sometimes it’s difficult to make a marriage work when there’s such opposition.

Quinn: But I’m not opposing, Dad.

Russell: *holds up a hand toward Quinn, as if to quiet her* There’s a lot of surprising changes, Quinn. It’s a lot at once. *lowers his hand and then sits quietly*

Quinn: Well, I’m sorry.

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If I had known this is how they really felt? I wouldn’t have done it. They said they supported me. I guess that was a lie.

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Puck: Okay, but you do know that Quinn isn’t changing, right? You two seem like smart, well-educated people. You get that she’s the exact same person that you’ve known her whole life. My being a kosher Jew isn’t  going to change anything except maybe she won’t eat cheeseburgers anymore.

Esther: Unless your problem is with Norah then we’re going to have an even bigger problem. You don’t know my daughter, and you seem to be making a lot of judgments about her.

Puck: Is this because you didn’t know she was into other women? Is that your problem? Is it that she didn’t pick a Catholic woman? If we’re voicing concerns, let’s get them all out in the open now. No need to be polite. We’re all family now. So, Mom and Dad, let’s put it all on the table so that we can all know where each other stands. I’ll even go first. For as much as I already like your daughter, I’m not really fond of either of you. I think you’re selfish people that tried to ruin her special day.  And that’s a real dick move to me. Mom? Sarah? Anything you wanna add?

Esther: Norah, I don’t think this will help.

Sarah: No, Mom, she’s right. There’s no need to pretend to be nice when you aren’t actually nice. *looks at Quinn’s parents* I think you’re not as nice as you think you are. I think you shouldn’t be so judgmental of people and their religion unless you want people to do the same to you, and right now, you’re not really scoring big points for the Catholics, in my opinion.

[Judy sits mortified and then drinks more. Russell leans forward in his chair]

Russell: I’ve never seen more disrespectful children. I don’t care how old you are, but it’s still disrespectful. I’m trying to make sure Quinn doesn’t ruin her life over this… phase of hers.

Quinn: Oh my God, Dad, it’s not a phase. I told you it wasn’t a--

Russell: It’s going to stay a phase if you stay married to her. You gave up too soon on your marriage to Nick--

Quinn: He gave up. He cheated on me. I was the one who tried to make it work and he gave up.

Russell: Don’t cut me off, Quinn.

Quinn: I don’t know know why we have to talk about this over and over and over again. It’s not going to change anything!

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It’s like talking to a f-BLEEP-ing wall.

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Sarah: So...let me get this straight, pun intended... *smirks at Puck* You’d rather your daughter be unhappy and stay married to a guy that’s cheating on her than have her married to a woman that’s not gonna do that? Wow, you guys really are selfish dicks. My sister’s right. *looks at Quinn* I’m sorry your parents are a*holes. That’s tough.

Puck: Don’t ever call me a child again because you can’t handle being called out on just how terrible you’re being to your own daughter. I mean really think about what kind of message it sends that you care more about your own happiness than hers. And don’t say you’re doing it for her, because that’s crap and everyone here knows that, including Quinn. My mom doesn’t like every decision I make, but she’s never anything but supportive when I need her. That’s how you parent. You don’t try to talk someone into staying in a loveless marriage, and now that she is married to me, I’m not just gonna stand by and let you continue to treat her like she’s any less a person just because you’re her parents. She doesn’t deserve that, and I dare you to contradict me on any of what I just said. There’s not a single thing you could say that would justify a single thing you’ve said here.

Russell: *pulls off his microphone and stands* We’re done here. *sets the mic pack on the table and reaches for Judy’s arm* Judy, let’s go.

[Judy gets up, pulling her microphone off and struggling with it before dropping it onto the table.]

Russell: *looks to Quinn* Quinn. *nods toward the door as he leads Judy away*

Quinn: *frowning deeply, glances around, but doesn’t meet anyone’s eye* I’ll be right back, really quick.

[Quinn gets up quickly and walks out of the restaurant, where her parents are standing just outside.]

Quinn: Did we have to do it like that? Is that how you wanted this to go? Because then you really shouldn’t have come at all.

Russell: Don’t raise your voice to me.

Judy: Calm down, Quinn.

Russell: You’re choosing them over us, over your own family.

Quinn: You didn’t even want to be here. Francine flat out refused. And it’s a damn shame. But they’re my family now too. They’re my family. They don’t have to be yours. I don’t care.

[Quinn turns and heads back inside.]

Russell: Quinn!

[Quinn moves back to the table, frowning still. She takes a breath as she sits down in her former seat.]

Quinn: *glances around* So, this lox thing, I wanna order it. *starts to laugh, unable to help herself, and picks up her mimosa, finishing it*

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I know I probably shouldn’t have done that, but I rarely bite my tongue on a good day, and I just couldn’t sit with people that’d do that. I’m not gonna let anyone insult my family, and now that family includes Quinn.

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Puck: *laughs a little* Well alright! *leans over and kisses Quinn’s cheek*

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[Everyone is mostly through their meals, Quinn having both a lox bagel and a few strips of bacon on her plate]

Quinn: I think this is the beginning of phasing out of bacon. I wanna respect your religious beliefs… Bacon will be the hardest, though. I can’t believe you never ate it. *laughs* But this lox was super awesome.

Puck: *grins happily* I meant it when I said you don't have to do that, but thank you for saying that.

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I think I'm going to like being married to her.

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[Puck walks back in holding a gift basket.]

Puck: *sits next to Quinn* Look what we got.

Quinn: *grins and looks at the basket* Oh my goodness. *pokes at the contents, looking them over and smiles up at Puck* So what’s this for…? *lifts an eyebrow*

Puck: *pulls out a letter, clearing her throat* Dear, Norah and Quinn, congratulations on starting your journey as wife and wife. May you honeymoon to Blue Ridge, Georgia  be the start your biggest adventure of all, marriage. From the Experts. *looks at Quinn* We’re going to the mountains! Hell yes!

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I know most people are probably hoping for Hawaii or the Bahamas for a honeymoon, but I’m a mountains kind of girl. So excited.

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Quinn: *claps* Oh that’s so exciting! That’ll be fun.

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I don’t really go to the mountains, but I’m looking forward to it. It’ll be nice and secluded, which is, like, the perfect getaway spot. As long as there is no snow, or bears, I’ll be good.

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Quinn: *turns to Puck* Are you ready, then?

Puck: For our honeymoon? Definitely!

[Scene opens with Sam and Mercedes in bed. Sam stretches, then kisses the top of Mercedes head]

Sam: *Yawns* Good Morning… Wife.

Mercy: *looks over at Sam shyly* Good morning, Husband, how did you sleep?

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So today is my first official day as a married woman, today we also have brunch with the family and we find out where we are going for our Honeymoon.

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No, there was no consummating the marriage last night, we had a really great night just talking and getting to know each other. I do really see why you guys put us together, we seem to have a lot in common.

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Sam: I slept like a baby… Or better yet, like a content, happy man. Are you ready to potentially start the rest of our lives?

Mercy: Oh? And what had you sleeping like a “happy man?” I wonder? *chewing on her lower lip she looks like she is debating his question* Hmmmm I dunno that is a lot to ask a girl before breakfast. *she smiles widely at him to let him know she was joking* What would the rest of our lives look like?

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I woke up this morning in a comfortable bed with a beautiful woman. Not just some ordinary woman, my WIFE! That was an amazing feeling, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. We have it, I really believe we have all the potential we need to make this work…  *Gives the camera a huge smile.*  No we didn’t con-su-mate the marriage last night. *Laughs* We’ve got an awesome amount of chemistry, so it’s only a matter of time.

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Sam: *Kisses her head again* Mhm… *tickles her sides* I don’t know. It might be waking up with this beautiful woman in my bed. Is that so. Then, I guess I should feed you. *Looks up at the ceiling, rubbing her back,* It looks like happy times and funny memories.

Mercy: *laughs* Please i am sure I look a mess, I don’t even have my face on yet. *buries her face in his chest.* Happy times and funny memories? Well that is intriguing… okay lets do it then, lets start the rest of our lives…but if there isn’t more kissing involved I am walking. Your lips are a deal breaker. *she teased.*

Sam: *Laughs, then bends down giving her a kiss on the lips.*

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[Sam and Mercedes get out of bed. Sam goes to the coffee maker and starts brewing coffee, as Mercedes searches through her suitcase.  Looking back over his shoulder, he talks to Mercedes, while they each complete their respective tasks.]

Sam: We have a natural rhythm, and we seem to fit well together.  It’s nice to know, they really did take their time to match us up.

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I believe the cornerstone to any relationship is laughter and being able to have fun together. I am a pretty corny guy. Yet, Mercedes laughs at all my crazy jokes and impressions.  I’d say that puts us in a good place.

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Sam: *throws his suitcase on the bed. Opening it.* What to wear? *takes out a rumple Tee shirt  and jeans.*

Mercy: *stops pulling her things out of her suitcase and glances at Sam and his.* Umm what is going on in your suitcase over there?

Sam: *raises his eyebrow*  What?

Mercy: It looks like an earthquake hit you right in the bag… did you pack it like that?

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So I knew there had to be something about Sam that wasn’t too good to be true. He’s messy. But I don’t mind, my parents were always taking care of each other, what my father lacked, my mother picked up and vice versa. If this marriage turns out like that, I saw we will definitely make it. -----

Sam: *changes the jeans for shorts*  Hey…Yes. *gives Mercedes a blank stare*  What’s the point of being super neat when everything is going to end up tossed around anyway?

Mercy: *smiled at his words*  Tell me you at least are going to Iron your clothes?

Sam: *shakes the shorts out with a snap* No… they’re fine. *folds the shorts and smooths them with his hand.*  A little elbow ironing works just as well.

Mercy: *laughs walking over to the ironing board and iron and pulling them out* I see already I have my work cut out for me as your wife. I can not let you go out of this room looking a hot mess. *sets everything up looking towards Sam and reaches for his clothes*

Sam: *Chuckling* Are you going to iron for me? Aw, that’s so sweet.  *hands her, his clothes*. I’m going to watch. *picks up his coffee and stand  behind her as she sets to work.*

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I like the way she wants to take care of me, and be a good helpmate.  She doesn’t have to be a suzie homemaker.  But a woman who can cook and doesn’t mind ironing is a treasure.

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Mercy: I am. *Begins to iron his clothes* And I expect full payment when I am finished, so you can spend this time coming up with whatever you choose. But coffee, is off that list because I don’t like it.

Sam: *grimaces as he drinks his coffee.*  But who doesn’t like coffee?

Mercy: *looks at him with a smile* Why your wife doesn’t. I tried to drink it once and didn’t like the taste.

Sam: *shakes his head a look of disbelief on his face.*

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[Scene moves to them getting dressed. Mercedes gives Sam his  clothes and pushes him towards the bathroom.  Then she giggles as she moves back to her suitcase and lays out her clothes.]

Mercy: So getting up this morning I already learned a few things about hubby. He is not organized, I mean his clothes were just shoved in his bag,  but he is sweet man who secretly, or openly I haven’t told him I know, likes to cuddle. He is such a gentleman and he didn’t get offended by my offer to help him with his clothes. I really like being able to joke around with  him, and even though I am super corny, he laughs with me and not at me. I guess what I am saying is I really like my husband, who would’ve thought right?

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So apparently while I was in the shower a gift basket came for us. I am not sure what it is but I am excited to opening because so far, everything they have done has been spot on, from picking the most amazing guy for me, to the wedding and reception. This B&B, the room. Everything is just so wonderful that I am not sure they can top it.

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Mercy: *sits on the couch looking at the gift basket* Okay I say lets open this bad boy up!

Sam: *rubs his hands together* Let’s do it.

Mercy: *laughs taking the bow off the basket and opening the plastic. She hands him a card and pulls out a Husband shirt and a Wife shirt for them.* See now we have to be that couple who wears theses in public. These too. *Holds up a pair of “Just married” Sandals*

Sam: *Laughs- opening the card* “Congratulations Sam and Mercedes on your wedding!  Hope you enjoy your honeymoon in Puerto Rico!” Holy Crap, yes! *fist pumps* This is great, I’ve never been there.

Mercy: *looks sad* Puerto Rico? No! Thats where I went on my Honeymoon the first time I did this. *She looks over to Sam trying not to smile* Maybe we can trade with someone?

Sam: *Smile fades -looks concerned.*  Ummm… *Scratches his nose.*  Sure, we can try that I guess.  So you’ve already been married once?

Mercy: *shakes her head with a laugh* I’m joking! No I haven’t been married before, I haven’t even been engaged, I just wanted to trick the trickster. * leans in and kisses his cheek* I am excited to be going to Puerto Rico with you!

Sam: *pokes his lip out* You got me. Ha ha. Very funny.  Do you think we’ll travel well together? Are you nervous?

Mercy: *smiles leaning in and kisses him softly* I think its going to be fun, and I don’t see why we wouldn’t travel  well together…  but as for being nervous? I am extremely nervous just because I have never been to Puerto Rico before.

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[Sam and Mercedes continue to talk about their trip.  Easily smiling and laughing together excitedly.]

Sam: She got me… Now I’ve got to get her back. This will be our first time traveling or doing anything together.  But I’m excited. I get to vacation in the sun and spend time getting to know my wife at the same time.  This is just what we need to get a little closer to each other.

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We are going to have lunch with our families.  I’m a little nervous.  Her family was really welcoming to me at the reception.  I think we have a lot in come, and got along well.  Her brothers seem like really great guys.  However, I’m concerned about how my mother is going to behave today.  She had some not so sweet words for Mercedes yesterday.  I’m hoping she has a more positive attitude today.  I guess we’ll see.

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[Scene opens Sam and Mercedes walking towards the dining room to meet up with her parents and brothers, and Sam’s mom and sister.]

Mercy: *stops walking and looks at Sam* Are you nervous? Cause my palms are sweaty…

Sam: A little but it’s going to be fine. *Kisses the back of her hand.* We did the hard part yesterday.

Mercy: I know but your mom doesn’t like me and things are always different in the harsh reality of day…

Sam:  My mother likes you fine.  She just doesn’t care for the way we got married. Besides you’re surrounded by you family.  I think she’ll be on her best behavior.  And remember leave her to me.*Squeezes Mercedes hand and walks into the room.*

Mercy: I guess I just needed to hear you say that. *smiling, she takes a deep breath as they walk toward towards their families* Hi guys! *walks towards her parents, hugging them*

Amelia: *walks towards Mercy and Sam hugging her daughter.* Merce look at you, you’re practically glowing. I take it you have a “fun” night. *moves to hug Sam and whispers* Its starting so just let em rant it will be over soon  

Sam: *Smiles, hugging his mother-in-law, nodding as she speaks* Okay. *He whispers to her.*  

Malcolm:*Stands*  Glowing what does that mean?

Michael: *folds his arms angrily* It means something happened between those two last night.

Marcus: Something we don’t think we approved of.

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Okay so these fools think they are funny, my brothers mean well but they talk too much. I just hope they don’t spill the beans about me to Sam before I had the chance to tell him… I am just not ready to find out which guy he is, the one who accepts me being a virgin or the one who doesn’t.

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Sam: *Grins while moving over to his mother and sister, kissing them both on the cheeks.*  Good afternoon. *He whispers rubbing theirs backs with a smile.*

Mercy: *throws her hands up in frustration* Oh My Gosh will you three just stop it already. Something did happen last night, we got to know each other, we talked and then we went to sleep. *she moved over to hug her father* Oh and for the record if something did happen I am a grown woman and now married so let go already.

Michael: Pops do you hear this?

Richard: I do and I think you three need to mind your business and leave Binks here alone. *kisses her forehead then moves to shake Sam’s hand* How are you this morning Sam?

Mercy: *walks over to Joanna and Sabrina* Good Afternoon. Its great seeing you guys again.

Sabrina: *gives Mercedes a bright. Then stands  giving her a hug.*

Joanna: Likewise.

Sam: *Moves to Mr. Jones extending his hand.* Mr. Jones, nice to see you again sir.  

Richard:  Call me Richard please, we are family now.

Sam: Yes Sir. I’ll remember that.  *smiles, giving the man another handshake then moves to the head of the table taking his seat..*

Mercy: *hugged Sabrina and nodded to Joanna taking her seat.” So how is everyone today?

Malcolm: Obviously not as happy as you… so Sam what exactly did you and my sister talk about yesterday? I mean inquiring minds want to know?

Sam: *Glances at Mercedes* Well, we talked about our careers and families mostly.

Marcus: *smirks* Yeah we know what mostly means

Sam: It means we “mostly” talked about why you guys are so nosy.

Mercy: Okay stop it!

Malcolm: Merce we are just messing with you chill… *looks at Sam* You seem like a good dude and I know given that you have a little sister that this is all in fun, if we were really worried about you, you wouldn’t have been alone in the room with our sister

Sabrina: Oh he knows.  He’s as bad as having three brothers all by himself.

Sam: *Smirks* I totally understand.  I would have been the same way if this was Sabrina.  What I’d like to know is what you guys thought when I came  out of  these doors?

Malcolm: *laughs* Honestly I wondered what you would do when you saw Merce. We were raised to see the person not the color, and what I saw was a man who might hurt my sister, but then you introduced yourself to us and I thought okay, that shows he is a good dude. But when I saw how you calmed Merce, held her hand and was concerned with her, I knew you were someone who had the potential to be great for my baby sister.

Marcus: I thought you would of ran from the hills once pops came out to be honest. He is an intimidating man.

Amelia: If I may, I thought my daughter hit the jackpot because you are one handsome man I must say. What were your thoughts and the thoughts of your family when Mercedes walked out?

Sam: *took Mercedes’ hand.*  We were in a nerve racking situation. If I could help make this easier for her it was my duty and pleasure. *His cheeks turned red at Amelia’s words.* Why thank you ma’am.  You have a gorgeous daughter.  I’m the one who hit the  .  

Sabrina: I thought she was way to classy for my hick brother.

Mercy: *blushed at Sam’s words and smiled at Sabrina* I just personally can’t believe how right this process was, how right they were about Sam and I. Guys, so Sam owns his own Remodeling and Design company.

Joanna: *looks around carefully.*And what do you do for a living, Sweetie?

Sam: *Smiled, but gives his mother a side long look.*

Mercy: *looks at Joanna* I am the owner and head baker for “Have Mercy’s Treats” a local bakery. We are mostly known for Wedding Cakes and things of that nature but we have it all.

Richard: *clears his throat* Not many people have the Entrepreneurial spirit. Where they can run their own business. Mercy, unlike her brothers didn’t want to go the traditional job route so she went to pastry school during the day and studied at night to get her Masters in Business, that way she didn’t have to rely on anyone but herself, so to see someone else who has the same spirit as hers, you are right you are a good match.

Sam: Thank you again sir.  I get it from my mother.  After my father passed away, she started her own design company in our home town.

Amelia: *looks towards Joanna* I am so sorry for your loss, you must be very Proud of Sam, from what I can tell he is a wonderful man, perfect for Merce.

Joanna: *smiled to sweetly*  Thank you, but my husband died along time ago.  Umm, Yes. I am very proud of my son. Just as I can see you are very proud of you daughter.  She seems like quite a lovely woman. But Sam being perfect for your daughter?… I don’t know about that.  My question to you is, how can you be so sure?  Mrs. Jones, how long did your husband court you?

Sam: Mother!

Joanna: *Holds her hand up to Sam.* I’m still your mother. Christopher!

Amelia: I have no problem answering that. I met my husband 31 years ago. We dated three months before he asked me to marry him. We were together as man and wife for 4 months before we learned we were pregnant with Malcolm. No we didn’t have some long courtship, but I knew the moment I laid eyes on Richard that he was meant for me.

Joanna: But you knew him.  He courted you.  Even though you felt he was the one for you immediately, you didn’t run off and get married. (she stressed)   You still took sometime to know each other. You and I know that marriage started on the perfect footing are hard. (Looking to Sam.) And one started with a stranger is ridiculous. (Looking back to Amelia) So again I ask how do any of us know if these two are good for each other.  They don’t even know that themselves.  What I do know is they are playing house, just on a deeper level.  

Mercy: *looks at Joanna* Why? Why is it so ridiculous? Why is it wrong to want to have faith…

Joanna:  You don’t know the first thing about my son.  That’s why?  Until yesterday if you’d pass each other on the street you would have even taken a second look.  

Amelia: What I do know, is that my daughter deserves to find out if this process actually works, what I know is your thoughts are an opinion just like mines. It could fail, but so could mines, so could the relationship of a couple who have known each other for years. But it could work, and the fact is theses are two very grown adults who made a choice, and no matter how much of a fuss you make, they are married and you can either deal with it, accept it and try to have a little faith. Or you can try to come between them and cause unnecessary drama.

Mercy: *looks around the table, then back to Joanna again shaking her head.* You are right we don’t know each other, and the truth is that if I would have seen Sam on the street I wouldn’t of approached him because I wouldn’t think I was his type. But to say this can’t work because we don’t know each other, thats like saying you won’t be a good mother because you don’t know your child. You may carry that child for nine months but once he or she is born its a learning process for the both of you, and it is hard, you mess up they mess up but it doesn’t make you love them any less. Or if you wanted to adopt child are parents supposed to have a 30 day rule where you take that child in your home and it doesn’t work you give them back? No, you adjust. And I know this is marriage and its kind of different but its the same concept, Sam and I don’t know each other, but we have made a commitment to get to know each other, to make this  work.  

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I know this process is hard to believe for some people. That getting married to a stranger is a recipe for disaster, but I choose to believe that there is something here to build off of and I just pray Sam feels the same way, because i have a feeling his mother is just getting started, its gonna be a long brunch.

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Joanna: *sipped her Mimosa, looking between mother and daughter.”  I’m not here to make their lives difficult. Yes, she deserves all of those things, but I’ve never been one to sugar coat my opinions and I refuse to start now.  This is a “getting to know you brunch,” so you might as well know where I stand. Marriage is difficult at best without stress. And here you two have heaped a whole wheelbarrow full of that on your heads.  -Playing games.  I know America trivialized marriage to this point. You Samuel should have known better. *Sighs patiently at Mercedes’ words. * The difference my dear is, you know your baby.  You’ve grown attached to him. You’ve got that common ground with your child and that’s what you two don’t have. *Sitting back in her chair hard.*  You thought you weren’t his type, what makes you so sure you are now?”

Amelia: *sits up to speak but Mercy shakes her head* Now you may-

Mercy: Mom don’t. I know that look, its the Im gonna defend my baby look but I am her daughter in law and her questions and feelings are valid. *Turns towards Joanna* I know that this day and age its easy to marry and divorce, I know that people don’t take stock in working towards something. I have never been an outgoing person, never took chances, I have been sheltered basically my whole life by two amazing parents and three very over protective brothers. No marriage is easy and whether I had known Sam for 5 years or 5 minutes our marriage wasn’t going to be easy. *looks at Sam* I say he wasn’t my type because look at him, you can tell how completely amazing he is just by how he holds himself. And I wouldn’t have approached him because guys who look like that often don’t want the shy sheltered girl, they want someone who is more out there. But having talked to him, like I got the chance too I know without a shadow of a doubt that had we dated we would have ended up right here. So you don’t have to like the situation, and honestly you don’t have to like me as his wife, but I am his wife we made this decision and we are going to stick to it. I don’t believe in divorce, I am all in here its as simple as that.

Joanna: *Gives her son a knowing look*  Darlin, them are some real beautiful words…

Sam: *Cuts in with a patient sigh* Enough, you’ve said your peace mom. Now, leave it alone.  If it makes you feel better just imagine we are dating, or living together.  Take the marriage part away for a while until you can handle the thought of it.  Or until we, win you over.  You know me, I never quit once I start something.  I truly don’t understand what your problem is.  And for right now.  No disrespect but I don’t care.  Now everyone here is going to enjoy the rest of this brunch.  I’ll understand if you don’t want to stay.

Mercy: *looks around the table* Can you guys just excuse me for a moment *stands and walks out of sight.*

[Mercedes walks towards the entrance and steps outside. Looking at the camera she sighs,]

Mercy: I had to leave for a minute…it was just…emotions were high and I can tell Ms. Evans is just deadset against this marriage.

Sam: *Excuses himself. Follows Mercedes*  Mercedes? Don’t listen to her.

Mercy: *sighs deeply before turning to Sam* Oh, I’m okay… that was just… a lot i guess

Sam: I’m here, I’m in this with you. More importantly, your family is supporting you.  Remember, let me bare my mother’s weight. She only went after you because she knows she can’t get to me.

Mercy: I don’t like that you and your mom are at odds over this Sam. Family is so important to me and I know it is to you. If I could just talk to her maybe she will see that I am not going to hurt you… I know you said you can handle her but maybe I can do something…

Sam: *Shakes head* No, Mercedes. No. I know my mother.  She needs time and to see us grow together.  

Mercy: Okay Sam I am just not good in these types of situations, I guess we should head back to brunch.

Sam: Don’t worry, I’ll be good enough for the both of us. Sure, let’s go. *Places his hand in the small of her back leading her into the dining room.*

Richard: *looks over seeing Sam and Mercedes returning* Is everything okay Binks?

Sam: Everything is fine Mr… Richard.  *holds Mercedes’ chair for her. He sits, Clearing his throat.”  Tell me, is there any advice you can give, for dealing with Mercedes?

Mercy: *sits down nodding, smiling softly.* I am fine daddy. *turns looking at Sam with a smile* excuse me I am awesome.

Sam: *smiles* Says every woman right before she burns your clothes.

Michael: How much time do you have?

Marcus: Who are you kidding Mike, ain’t enough time in the world to get through that one.

Richard: *shaking his head* Dealing with her in what way? You seem to be doing a fine job already.

Sam: Advice for how to deal with her when she’s upset. *Looks to Mercedes*   What gifts to buy, rather to give her space or bring chocolates. That’s the kind of stuff I need to know.

Malcolm: *sighs sitting up* The thing you need to know about Merce is that it takes a lot for her to be that upset with you, she’s truly one of those people who give you a million and one chances to do better. But when you have upset her there are two different ways to tell how bad it is, if she is upset but still talks to you, you are fine, just plan some romantic outing, she is a hopeless romantic, used to see her ready romance novels in her free time. But if she doesn’t talk to you, its time to bring out the big guns.

Mercy: Just tell all my secrets!

Richard: Its good he wants to know. And its good for us to see that he wants to know. We head back to Colorado tomorrow and Mal and and Mike head to Atlanta. We want to know he knows how to be there for you, like when you are sad, music helps.

Amelia: Or how you really do carry the weight of others on your back, Sam she isn’t all talk, my beautiful daughter really does just want her family, happy. But she is also stubborn.

Sam: *nodded listening.* Thanks, I’m sure all this will come in handy.  Any advice on having a happy marriage?

Richard: *reaches for his wife’s hand* Each marriage is different. The husband and wife both bring something to it. Open communication, is key, you have to be able to listen and speak without judging..

Amelia: And never go to bed angry. Nothing good can come from it.

Sam: Thank you both for the insight. It means a lot.

Mercy: *looks to Sabrina and Joanna* Is there anything about dealing with Sam I should know?

Sabrina: *surprised expression*  He tries to do everything, but refuses to pace himself.  Which will lead to him being overworked and overstressed.   He thinks he knows everything, but really just wants the best for you when he speaks. Oh, and he will listen to you even if he already thinks you’re wrong. So don’t be afraid to speak your mind.

Mercy: *reaches for Sam’s hand* That is really good to know, I have dealt with overstressed, overworked family before so I have so ideas on how to handle that.

Sabrina: Okay enough sappy stuff. Where are you guys going on your honeymoon?

Mercy: *sat up beaming* We just found out this morning we are going to Puerto Rico! I am so excited I have never been out of the United States!

Sabrina: OMG, can I come.  I can fit in your suitcase.  I promise you will never know I’m there.

[Camera pulls back on the room as everyone laughs.]

[Scene opens with the two of them in their bed, cuddled close together.]

Jesse: *opens his eyes and looks over at her* Good morning…

Kitty: *opens eyes and smiles at her new husband* And a good morning to you, too.

Jesse: How’d you sleep?

Kitty: Like I was on a cloud. You?

Jesse: I went to sleep with a beautiful woman in my arms, woke up, and she was still here. Best sleep I’ve had in a very long time. *smile*

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Nothing happened last night except for a few shared kisses. I think we’re going to take it slow for a little while. What’s a few days when you have a lifetime?

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Kitty: Well, I’m glad I could contribute to that then. *pauses* Think we could just pause this moment and just not go to brunch?

Jesse: *chuckles and shakes his head, moving to stand* No, come on... just think. The sooner we get it over with, the sooner we can leave.

Kitty: True. *sits up in bed* Besides, it’ll give me a chance to ask your mom all about her “little miracle. *smirks*

Jesse: *groans as he walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth* I’m sure she’ll love that.

Kitty: I’m going to warn you now. I will probably tease you mercilessly about that nickname once we know each other a little better. Your mom basically handed me the cutest of holy grails here.

Jesse: *spits into the sink before baring his teeth in the mirror for inspection* Noted. But you do realize that I will be awaiting that same opportunity after I cozy up to your mother and give her my most winning smile. *smiles widely at Kitty to demonstrate*

Kitty: *stands up from the bed and stretches* My family calls me Kitty, and I was their perfect angel growing up. You really think my mom is going to have any embarrassing stories for you? *laughs*

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I pride myself on not being easy to embarrass. But my new husband will learn that soon enough. It’s more my family that makes me cringe than things that I’ve actually done.

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Jesse: If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s find a person’s weakness and exploit it. Just give me enough time, and I will know all of the dirt, Kitten.

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My wife is very adorable, but she is a worthy adversary. So she must be destroyed of course.

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Kitty: I’ll be sure to have my mom bring out the family albums if we’re ever in New York with them. You’re going to need the photos handed to you if you want a chance at that happening. *smirks*

Jesse: I look forward to it. *walks past her, stopping to kiss her cheek* Now, let’s get to brunch?

Kitty: I still think we should skip it, but if you insist.

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[Scene cuts away to Jesse and Kitty wheeling their luggage out of the room then cuts to them heading into the restaurant to greet their families who are sitting at a table already.]

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So, we’re having brunch with our families this morning before we head off on our honeymoon. And I wouldn’t say that I’m fully dreading it. The way my family reacted to Jesse at our reception killed most of my fears about whether he’d fit in with them or not. But he still hasn’t met my sister, and there was a reason why I was relieved that didn’t happen last night.

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Kitty: *takes one of the empty seats at the table* Good morning everybody. I hope you all slept well.

Jesse: *sits in the seat next to Kitty before smiling across the table at his parents*

Bryce: Not as well as I’m sure you guys did. *wiggles eyebrows*

Heather: *slaps Bryce’s shoulder* Don’t be crass. I’m sure no one wants to hear about what they did at the hotel last night.

Bryce: Actually, I’m pretty sure America would love to hear about what they did last night in great detail.

Jesse: *grins smugly at Bryce* Well then, I’m sure the world will really love the fact that...nothing happened last night. We were strangers prior to the wedding. I’m not one for sleeping with a woman on the first date.

Caroline: Jesse has always been a perfect gentleman.

Henry: That’s right. He was raised to always respect women.

Jesse: It’s true. I wasn’t even allowed to use unsavory language in front of women.

Victoria: *takes a sip of her mimosa* What a perfect, little gentleman my daughter has been matched with. How lucky are we?

Adam: Very lucky, dear.

Kitty: *rolls eyes* Enough about what didn’t happen last night. Someone pass me the baby. I need some quality time with my little Mikey since I didn’t get to see him at all last night before you guys left.

[The baby is passed from Heather through the other family members until Kitty gets a hold of her nephew and situates him so he’s sitting on her lap and facing her.]

Heather: Sorry about that. Michael was being fussy, and Avery was complaining that her dress was itchy, so we figured we better get them back to the hotel and into bed. You know how kids are.

Jesse: I can’t say that I do, but I will take your word for it.

Caroline: When Jesse was about that age, he really loved getting dressed up and spending time with the adults. I always said it was because he was an old soul. He was our little surprise miracle. Just such a little gentleman, opening doors and helping elderly people cross the street. He was such a different child than his brother and sister.

Jesse: *gives Kitty a tight smile*

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My older siblings and parents have a very strained relationship, which was why neither were in attendance at the wedding. Growing up, I was never particularly close with either, but we’ve been slowly repairing our relationship.

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Kitty: *smiles back at Jesse before turning to face his mom* Well, I can’t wait to hear more about my little miracle of a husband. I’m sure you have so many stories that you could tell me.

Jesse: Don’t encourage her.

Caroline: Oh he’s just being shy. When his brother and sister were near adolescence, I really wanted another child, but the doctors told us we were pretty much done in that department. Imagine approaching your fortieth birthday and finding out...the impossible has happened. *smiles over at Jesse*

Jesse: *beams back at his mother*

Kitty: You’ll have to tell me more the next time we’re together. I wouldn’t want to hog the entire conversation with stories about Jesse’s childhood since I’m sure that we’re the only two here who would actually enjoy that conversation. *starts making faces at the baby in her arms*

Victoria: We could always talk about when you’ll be giving me some more grandchildren since you’re so smitten with your sister’s kids.

Kitty: *rolls her eyes* I just met my husband yesterday, mom. We haven’t really had the time to discuss having a family yet.

Jesse: However, I am more than open to the idea of children. I fully intend to have at least two if not three. So I assure you that it will happen, but we are certainly not in any rush. I would like to have at least a few months, or maybe a year, to enjoy just being a couple.

Kitty: I’m with Jesse here. We need to get to know each other better before we start procreating. It’s way too soon to even start thinking about having kids of our own. I mean, if Heather wants to give me one of her kids, I won’t say no to that, but really the Wilde child you should be badgering is Bryce for his inability to settle down.

Victoria: Oh don’t you worry about that. We’ve had many conversations about that, and I’m sure there will be many more.

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The number one way to get my mother off of my back about anything is to give her some sort of adult beverage and turn her onto one of my siblings. She already had the mimosa, so it was almost too easy. *laughs*

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Caroline: I have to say I’m pretty eager for more grandchildren as well. All of mine are nearing marriage age, and before I’m a great-grandmother, I’d like to see Jesse start a family of his own.

Henry: But as the kids said, they aren’t in a rush. I think Jesse is wise to want to wait. Children aren’t something you rush. *looks between Jesse and Kitty* So where are you going for the honeymoon.

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Thank you, Dad, for changing the subject.

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[A PA shows up with a gift basket and a note that Jesse takes.]

Jesse: It’s funny that you ask…*opens the note and reads* Dear, Jesse and Kitty, congratulations on starting your journey as husband and wife. May you honeymoon to St. Augustine, Florida be the start of a long and happy life together. Love The Experts. Well, I’ve never been to St. Augustine, but I trust that it will be nice.

Kitty: I’ve never been there either. Should be an adventure for us.

Jesse: I’m glad I packed my shorts. *grins at Kitty then looks into the basket* Oh good, they gave us lots of sunscreen.

Kitty: And it’s a good thing, too. There’s no way I’m spending my first few weeks of wedded bliss burnt to a crisp.

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VICTOR: You’ve made a lot of risky business decisions before, but they’ve always been for someone else’s company. *looks into Santana’s eyes* This time, it’s for your own, and I’ll be damned if my daughter doesn’t give it her all.

SANTANA: *fans self to keep tears away and laughs* Thank you, Papi.

[Santana stands before the aisle, her parents right behind her, and walks down it, with them following close by]

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SANTANA:If I’m getting married, I’m going to be the best damn wife, I could be. I’m not going to look back, ten years from now, and regret this, because I didn’t put my all, into it.

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[Santana makes it to the altar and stands regally, waiting for her bride, and her parents take their seats.]

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I’m about to walk down the aisle and I just look at my parents who have been through so much and I realize how much I want that. I want someone to know me that way and to care enough to stick around when things get hard, because the do always get hard… That’s what she said. *Leans forward and waggles brow*

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PIERCE: *squeezes his daughter’s hand* This is it, Rabbit. You’re about to get married. I would say there is no turning back but I’ve got the truck gassed up if you suddenly decide you don’t want to do this… I’m not saying this because this person is a complete stranger and we don’t know if she has a record, or a history of murdering her spouses or their families in their sleep… I’m just saying what a dad is supposed to his little girl on her big day. *smiles*

BRITTANY: Um… Thanks dad. But I want to do this. This is going to be good for me. I’m not nervous because I’m too excited. I can’t wait to see her standing there. *smiles brightly then turns to her mom* Mom don’t cry. This is a good thing I promise!

WHITNEY: *wipes away tears* I know it’s a good thing if this is what you want, Honey.  I just can’t believe my baby is getting married. You’re so beautiful and you take such good care of us and your sister and you deserve to be happy. *lets a few more tears fall*

BRITTANY: Mom stop! *sniffles and laughs softly* Besides Chicken is your baby I’m just the spare. The one who came first. *sticks her tongue out at her mother before turning to wrap both of her parent in a hug.*

WHITNEY: We both know you’re my baby and Kelly is yours, I just happen to have given birth to her. *laughs and pulls away wiping away tears* Well now my makeup is ruined. *chuckles*

BRITTANY: No, you look beautiful, mommy. And you’re right I’m your baby Chicken is mine!

PIERCE: You both look beautiful. If we’re going to do this we better get going.

BRITTANY: *throws arms in the air* Wooo! Let’s get me hitched! *links arms with her parents who are on either side of her* I love you guys. *walks out of frame*

So, it’s finally here. The moment where I get married for the first time in my life to someone I’ve never met before. I’ve been sick to my stomach all day because I can’t believe I’m doing this and my mind’s racing. My daughters and sister have kept me grounded, but when I walk down that aisle, and my mom lets go of my arm, I’m gonna be all alone.

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[The scenes opens to Puck standing at the back of the barn with her daughters, sister, and mother, waiting for the service to begin.]

Esther: You know you don’t have to do this. There’s a wonderful matchmaker at Temple Hesed. I’m sure they could find you a great girl for you.

Puck: *bounces nervously* Ma, if someone that passed like a billion psych tests, and all of those intense interview questions and be matched me, some old woman at temple is not gonna have as much luck. Besides, I want to do this. I’m so ready.

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I’m so not ready.

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Puck: My mother is walking me down the aisle. I haven’t had a father since I was nine-years-old. She’s been the only parent I had, and even though she drives me insane most days and hates nearly every decision I make, she’s always been supportive.  

[Shows Puck and Quinn’s family and friends settling into their seats, and it doesn’t take long for the music to play. Iva goes out first, tossing flower petals to the ground followed by Hannah and then Sarah before Puck walks down the aisle.]

Puck: As I walk down the aisle, I’m nervous. I’m excited. I feel like I might puke all over the place, especially when I look over and see the people that might be my in-laws. Of course, I don’t know yet because I have no idea who any of them are, but there’s one lady eying me up good. So I’m gonna assume that that’s my new mother-in-law. She does not look like she likes me much. I’ll just have to win her over with my Puckerman charm.

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[Stops at the front and turns to watch Quinn’s wedding party come down the aisle, followed by her.]

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I’ve been trying to focus on my breathing today. I can’t believe it’s here, the day I’m getting married… again. This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done so far, but while I’m a little scared, I’m also very sure of it. Because if this other person--my wife--is so sure of herself and this marriage to go through with it, then so am I. I believe in us too.

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[Quinn is lead toward the back of the barn by her father, but the stop, unable to see inside yet. She holds tight to his arm and takes in a few deep breaths.]

Quinn: Thank you for doing this for me.

Russell: This is the last time though. I refuse to walk you down the aisle a third time, so get it right now or elope if this one fails.

Quinn: (long pause) Thanks… dad.

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I’m about to go down the aisle. I’m about to see my wife and suddenly, nothing feels real and for a brief, panicked moment, I think I might pass out. My stomach is so knotted, but then I think about her letter, the letter my wife wrote me, and her sense of humor in it, and that calms me. And I breathe and then see her for the first time.

[Scene opens with Sam jumping up and down on the balls of his feet.  Cracking his neck from side to side.  He blows out a big breath, then paces shakily away from Sabrina, then back towards her.]

Sam: *Looks at his sister* I can’t believe this shit…  Why didn’t you let me have a drink this morning? *chants* I can do this.  I can do this.

Sabrina: *gives him a concerned shake of the head.* Cause you should be sober when you meet your bride. *Grabs Sam’s hand to steady him.*  I know you’re going through with the ceremony.  So, let’s get this show on the road.

Sam: *Looks puzzled* How can you be so sure?  This is FN bonkers, I’m not sure myself.

Sabrina: *looks at Sam giving him a confident smile.  Shrugging. *  You’ve already given this woman, -this nameless woman, your word.  No matter what I say or do. I know you’re going to go through with this. Your word is your bond.

Sam: Awww, come here. *Pulls his sister into a bear hug, a tear in his eye.*

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Sabrina knows me better than I know myself, sometimes.  Actually all the time. *Dry laugh.* Her saying that, was just what I needed to hear.  I have an amazing family.  My mother might not be here right now.  But she’ll come around.  I’m going to enjoy my sister and the gaggle of friends I have here supporting me. *Glances away from the camera, sadly.*

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[Sam stands outside the French doors, seconds from entering the gardens. Licking his full lips he looks back over his shoulder absently, and does a double take.  Suddenly, Joanna Evans struts into view.]

Sam: *Turns, sprinting towards his mother, catching her in a hug.*

Joanna: *Hugs him back tightly* I still don’t approve of this wedding.

Sam: *pulls away looking her in the eyes.* I know you don’t.  But, I’m going through with it anyway.  

Joanna: I know.  You, stubborn, stupid ox.  But I love you and I just couldn’t miss you getting married.  *Pats Sam on the cheek.*

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[The French door swing open and Sam steps out into a picture perfect space. Sliding his hands into his pockets he moves forward, hesitantly. The grass is so plush under his feet it feels like carpet]

Sam:My mother showing up was the one thing I wanted to day. Now that she’s here I’m completely ready.  Or as ready as I can be considering, I’ve never been this nervous in my life.  But despite the nerves, I know everything is going to turn out fine…

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I have been going back and forth about this in my mind all day. A part of me wants to run the other direction as fast as I can, just to go. But another part of me, the bigger part of me knows that I a ready for whatever I find at the end of this journey. Which for me, is a husband.

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*Scene opens with Mercedes three brothers hugging her, before walking through the curtains covered door, that hid the pilard Arch scene, to take their seats. Her oldest brother, Malcolm, whispers “good luck” as he holds out his arms to escort their mother to her seat and get a good look at the groom to be.

Mercy: *Stands awkwardly trying to calm her nerves* Am I really doing this? Why in the world haven’t you guys talked me out of this? *looks to her two bridesmaids who just walked out the door with big smiles. She turned to her father* Daddy, what if I can’t do this? What if I get there and he just…

Richard: *Pulls Mercedes into a hug.* If I thought for one second this was a mistake, I would have stopped you from even applying for this experiment. But you knew what you were getting yourself into, you want to see if you can have what your mother and I have, so here is your chance. I love you binks, and I know you spent your whole life being pushed into things by your mother and I, your brothers, but this time, this is something you want so you have to push yourself.

Mercy: And if I changed my mind and didn’t want to go through those double doors? *She looked at him knowing her mind was made up but needing to hear his answer*

Richard: We can turn and walk away, no harm, no foul.

Mercy: *Swallows hard looking at her dad, the curtains were over the closed doors where no one would know if she just walked away…well her family would, and her groom. Gripping the “Try” Necklace her future Husband gave her she closed her eyes, say a small prayer for strength.* I’m ready.

Richard: Well then binks, let’s get you a married.

*Mercedes stands in front of the white curtains that blocked her view, but also everyone else’s. She heard the “Wedding March” Start and butterflies crept in her stomach. Camera pans around to her face as she opens her eyes and and walks through the curtains/double doors.

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Mercy: Sometimes you just gotta take that leap and pray there is someone on the other end to catch you, I am choosing to believe in this process and take that leap, and if I fall, or my soon to be Husband drops me… well I have the best support system ever.

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[Uneasy footsteps carried Sam shakily a head.  A heavy nervous anticipation fills the eloquent, yet simply decorated grounds.  Though masked, he can still sense the shock and reservation, apparent on both sides of the aisle.  He waves at the well-wishers seated on the groom side.  Opting instead, to greet the bride’s guest.  He shakes every proffered hands. It takes a moment but finally he makes it to the dais.]

Sam: *shakes his hand vigorously trying to regain the circulation to his digits. Holding his hand out in front of himself, he works his hand inspecting his bruised fingers.*  Well, this is great. *Laughing* My hand hurts so bad, I’m no longer nervous. *Pointing to the offending row. He clears his throat animatedly.* Brothers?  

Malcolm: *Laughing at the joke Malcolm’s smile dropped to a small smirk at the word “brothers”* Yeah ‘Brothers’ as in plural

Marcus: As in THREE

Michael: Count em!

Amelia: *looks at her sons then Sam* Do not let them scare you baby, they are harmless.

Malcolm:  Harmless unless provoked. *he said looking at Sam*

[Sam’s: eyes become the size of golf balls.  His head bobs up and down as he mentally counts the men one by one.  He wipes his brow, tugging at his collar dramatically as he giving them a hollow laugh.]

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*Robin impression*  Holy death threats batman, she has a lot of brothers.  I never really thought about her family, outside of her mother and father. It’s huge. But I can handle myself.  I could sense the mild shock when I entered the room.  Both sides were a little taken back.  But look, like I told Dr. Wales, love really has no bounds. I wasn’t taught to hate anyone, and I’m not going to risk missing the love of my life for any reason.  

So this is it. I’m getting married, and I’m nervous. I feel like I’m going to be sick, but this can’t be too bad, right??

----- [Marley is with her mother and bridesmaids, getting ready to make their way to the venue. The wedding was taking place at dusk, with chairs and a gazebo where they would say their vows. Marley clutched her mother’s arm. There is basically a covered archway so he won’t be able to see her before she walks down the aisle.]

MILLIE: Don’t be nervous, baby. You look beautiful.

LAUREN: No, you look hot. This guy has no idea how lucky he is!

MILLIE: Though you know we can always turn around, right?

MARLEY:  *laughs nervously* Thank you.  I think I’ll do this though. I want to do this.

[Marley hugs her friends, and finally her mother. The flower girl, and bridesmaids make their way down the aisle, leaving Marley alone with her mother]

MILLIE:  I love you so much, Marley. Are you ready?

MARLEY: *Nodding*  I am.

[Ryder stands at the altar, next to his groomsmen, Kyle and Matt, and his best “man,” his sister Jace. He’s drumming a beat on his thighs and chewing on his lip.]

MATT: *smiles* You ready for this, bud?

RYDER: *exhales audibly, with a grimace* I don’t think anybody would be ready for this.

JACE: You got this, bro. You’re only gonna be stuck in a relationship with someone who could be the devil incarnate, for a year.

KYLE: I’ve seen you do crazier.

MATT: Yeah, plus she might be really hot!

RYDER: *chuckles* Thanks, guys. Makes me feel so much better. -----

*snarky voice*So very helpful. -----

[They collectively share a smile, then line up, in their appropriate spaces.]

So today is my wedding day, and I am feeling a lot of emotions. I’m relieved that it’s finally here. I’m excited for what’s about to happen next, and I’m nervous because this could all potentially blow up in my face. I’m not terribly worried that that will happen, but there’s always that like 1% chance that everything could go horribly wrong. It helps that my mother was cleared to travel, and so my parents are here to support me as well.

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[Scene opens on Jesse walking down the hall of the church with his mother, Mike, and Andrew.]

Caroline: *pulls Jesse to a stop just outside of the church, fixing his tuxedo* I want you to know that no matter what comes of this whole...thing, I’m proud of you for taking a chance. I don’t understand why it has to be a stranger, but you, my Little Miracle, are going to make an amazing husband. Hopefully, she will be good enough a wife for you.

Jesse: *pulls her into a tight hug* Thanks for being here, Mom. Don’t you worry. You’re still my number one girl. *kisses her cheek* I love you.

Caroline: I love you too, honey.

Andrew: *walks over to Jesse followed by Mike* Well, here’s the last chance for escape. Mike has the car gassed up in the back. We could be in South Carolina in about four hours and on our way to Mexico by tomorrow.

Mike: *nods and laughs a little, bumping Jesse’s arm with his elbow* This is seriously the craziest thing you’ve ever done, man. *shakes his head* But if you wanna run, we can totally run our business from Mexico.

Jesse: *shakes his head and glances towards the church entrance* No, I’m totally committed to this whole thing. *takes a deep breath* I guess I should make my grand entrance. Let’s go get me married.

[Jesse walks into the church and smiles at his friends and family before walking over to Kitty’s family members and friends and introduces himself to her mother, brother and brother-in-law, saying hello to Finn before taking his spot at the front.]

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[Kitty and her dad are standing in the alcove just outside of church’s main entrance. She takes a moment to make sure her headpiece isn’t crooked before taking a deep breath.]

Adam: This is your last chance, Kitten. If you want to run, we can turn around, and I’ll drive you anywhere you want to go. You don’t have to do this.

Kitty: I know. *pauses* I want to do this though. Really. I have to give this a real chance.

Adam: Then lead the way.

I’m raising two G.R.I.T.S. of my own, Hannah Lee and Iva Lynn. They’re twelve and ten, but really they both think they’re older than me. No, I kid. They’re good girls and the loves of my life. So future wife, you have a bit of competition, but as long as you like to have fun, I’m sure you’ll become a Puckerman in no time.

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[Puck and her daughters enter her mother’s house and greet her mother and sister with hugs before heading towards the dining table to take a seat]

Puck: Tonight is shabbat. So we usually have dinner with at my mom’s with my sister on Fridays. Tonight I get to tell them that I’m going to be getting married in twelve days. This’ll be the first times Hannah and Iva will be hearing it as well.

Esther: *takes her seat after she’s served everyone and then looks at Puck* Norah, I know that face. You used to make it all of the time when you were little and couldn’t wait to tell a secret.

Puck: *grins brightly as she looks around* Well, I do have some news.

[Hannah, Iva, and Puck’s sister, Sarah, look on with mild interest.]

Puck: In like twelve days, I’m getting married.

[The table is silent for about ten seconds]

Sarah: *laughs* That’s a hilarious joke, Norah.

Puck: *shakes her head at her sister* No, but I’m serious. I’m getting married in twelve days.

Esther: To who? That nice girl you went out with a few months ago?

Puck: *groans* I knew introducing you to her was going to be a bad idea. Ma, let it go. It’s not her. I actually have no idea who this girl is...like name, age, occupation...nothing. I’ll be meeting her for the first time on our wedding day.

Hannah: Mom, that’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. How can you marry a stranger? That’s like...so crazy.

Iva: Yeah, I mean, she’s gonna be living with us? If she’s an evil stepmother, I’m moving in with Dad.

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Hannah: Our mom does a lot of crazy stuff, but this is like...insane. I mean, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by anything she does anymore, but she’s marrying a stranger! Like who does that? I just hope whoever she marries is like awesome and fun.

Iva: I meant it when I said I’ll move in with Dad. At least, his wife is nice.

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Esther: You know what? If this is the only way to get you down the aisle, then I support you, and whoever this woman is, she’s gotta be the same kind of crazy to want to go through with this too, right? Hopefully she’ll be a nice Jewish girl from a good family.

[Sarah and Puck groan.]

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I love my mom. I really do, but my whole life has been her telling me to bring home a “nice Jewish boy.” Neither of the fathers of my daughters were Jewish. So she seemed to let that dream go. Then I came out, and it was like her dreams came hurdling back. Future wife, if you’re Jewish,  that’s cool. If you aren’t, hey, you’ll be getting a little Jewish in you. So it’s all a win in my book.

My name is Santana Lopez, I’m 29 years old, I am a strategy consultant for McKinsley & Company, and I’m going to marry a stranger.

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[Santana is in her office, at work, typing on her computer and talking with her assistant, then speaking to a group of suits in a conference room]

SANTANA: I am good at my job. One of the best, if not, the best. And I love what I do. How could I not? I work at an easygoing and open-armed firm, I’m treated with respect by those who know my skills, and I make more money than the child stars I grew up watching, on TV. Unfortunately, that all come with the price of, not having enough time for romance.

My mom has been pestering me to find someone for a while. It was actually her idea that I try to get on this show. Well, I think she’ll be happy to know that she’s gotten her wish.

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SANTANA: *sets plates at the dinner table, in front of Linda and Victor, then herself* Careful. Should be hot.

LINDA: Oh, it’s looks delicious, as always, Mija.

SANTANA: Thank you, Mama. *doesn’t sit down* I have an announcement to make. *pauses while her parents focus on her* I am getting married. In two weeks, time.

LINDA: *stands and hugs Santana* Mija, that’s wonderful!

VICTOR: *also, stands and offers a hug* We are so proud of you, Santana.

SANTANA: Thanks, guys.

[everyone sits down at the table]

VICTOR: And you don’t know to who?

SANTANA: That’s correct. I only know that’s it to a woman.

LINDA: *grimaces* You know, your abuela won’t be happy. She expected them to pair you with a man. Have you told her yet?

SANTANA: *sigh* I know she won’t be happy, and no, I haven’t told her. I wanted to talk to you guys first.

VICTOR: *purses his lips and nods his head* Well, you know that you have our support, no matter what your abuela says.

SANTANA: I know. Thank you. Now eat! Food is getting cold.

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Well, that went well, but that wasn’t really the family member I was worried about.

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[Cuts to Santana sitting at a small dining table in her abuela’s house. Her abuela is across from her.]

SANTANA: Do you remember how I told you that I was signing up for this “Married at First Sight” thing? And you told me you were happy for me?

SOPHIA: *smiles warmly and looks at the camera* Of course, I do.

SANTANA: Well, I got on the show.

SOPHIA: That’s wonderful, Mija! Are you excited to meet your husband?

SANTANA: *exhales* Well, that’s the other thing I needed to talk to you about. *pauses and swallows thickly* It’s to a woman. I’m marrying a woman.

SOPHIA: *scrunches her eyebrows and breathes audibly through her nose and several seconds pass* Well, there must have been some mistake. Couldn’t you pull out? It would be disgusting to force you into something like that. *she puts emphasis on her last word*

SANTANA: Um… No, Abuela. I’m not pulling out. I’m going to do this.

SOPHIA: That’s… that’s not right. *her voice grows more intense* You can’t go and marry this woman you don’t know. It’s not right!

SANTANA: *stares at the table* I’m not asking your permission, Abuela. I am doing this. You can either be at my wedding, or not.

SOPHIA: *shakes her head* No. *stands and looks over the camera* I want you all to leave, now, so I can speak with my granddaughter.

SANTANA: *stands, as well* That’s alright. I’ll be leaving too. *walks out, in rushed steps*

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[Cuts to Santana in the backseat of a car.]

I don’t wanna talk about it. I just… don’t.

[A loud, consistent stapling sound can be heard as Sam is shown, installing hardwood floor boards in a dust filled house.  He looks up to the camera and gives it a lopsided grin.  Before putting his head back down and continuing his work.]

Sam : Hi, my names Sam Evans. I’m the owner of a construction and design firm, based here in Charlotte, North Carolina

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One of the greatest things about my job is every day, I get to help people make their dreams come true. I sit down with my clients and talk to them, ask questions, make lists. Then I’m tasked with putting together a design that brings their dreams to life.  When I’ve finished most of people  say, I’ve not only given them what they wanted, but also what they didn’t know they needed.  They’ve fallen in love and know they’ve found their forever home. I guess, I became a part of this experiment, so this group of experts can do the same thing for my love life. Help me find my forever home.

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[Sam gets out of his white Ram Ford F-150. Meeting his sister at the door of the Sleepy Poet Antique Mall.  He holds the door open, as she scoots under his arm, entering the store first.]

Sam: Today I’m going to go shopping with my best friend and little sister Sabrina.  I really want to find out what she thinks about this experiment. I hope she’s on board family is paramount to me. -Having her support, would mean a lot.  

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Sabrina: *Touches the corner of a Victorian style dresser.*  I love this.  I think it would be perfect for the Patterson house.

Sam: *Knocks on the dresser top, then goes around it to look at the back.*  With a nice, light marble counter top, I think this could definitely work.  Good job, Padawan.

Sabrina: *Purses her lips* You will never be my teacher Sam. *tosses her blond hair over her shoulder.*  So, you brought me shopping to insult me, huh?

Sam: *Chuckles* Lies… You just have a bad memory.  Let’s not forget about the bunny ear method of tying your shoes, I taught you, you’re still using that one.  Oh, and the worm. *Begins to dance in the middle of the store, doing a centipede motion with his arms.*

Sabrina: *Shakes her head in disbelief.*  You’re a nut.

Sam: *laughs with his sister.* No, seriously.  I really wanted to talk to you about this new opportunity, I might receive.  *Rubs the back of his neck.* Don’t freak, but what if I said I might be getting married in a month.

Sabrina:   Married to who?  You don’t even have a steady girlfriend. Have they met mom yet? *Shakes her head laughing at Sam.*

Sam: *Scratches his forehead.*  It’s a social experiment. Experts try to match you with an ideal mate, and if they find someone who suits you. You marry them.  *Hesitates* The catch is the first time you meet them is at the altar.

Sabrina: *Stares at Sam in utter shock and surprise*

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My brother has always been crazy but this… Mom is going to kill him

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Sabrina: And this is a real marriage?

Sam:  Yes, It’s real. -Legally binding and all.

Sabrina: Sam… this sounds ridiculous.  Why would you want to put yourself in this type of situation?

Sam: *Blows out a breath, shrugging.* This is just a new way of dating. I had to fill out this crazy long questionnaire and actually sit down and talk with these professionals. Hell, this is like the best dating site times 10. I have faith that they know what they are doing. I’d just like to know I have your support if they happen to match me with someone.

Sabrina: I’ll always support you, big brother.  But I don’t think you need to go to these links to find a wife.  I’ve got 3 friends who’ve been begging to marry you.

Sam: *Shakes his head No.* I’ve seen your friend. *Grimaces. Puts his arm around his sister’s shoulder.* I will, however, need you to help me talk to mom.

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[Sam sits at a table in his office, discussing plans with his sister and foreman, Carlos.]

Sam: I actually spent the last year reflecting on why… Why I seem to have a hard time with women.  -Not finding them, but finding the right one. Honestly, I don’t want to put in the work to become friends. I come in trying to be Mr. Perfect.  Then halfway through I’m totally invested with someone who, isn’t necessarily in love with me.  And when I really think about it, I’m not love with her either.  What’s the cliché? I’m just in love with being in love.

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[Scene open: Dr. Holiday walking up to Sam’s front door.]

Sam:  Welcome. *Sam shakes Dr. Holiday’s hand *

Dr. Holiday: Nice to see you again Sam. *Walks further into the house.*  This is a lovely home.  I thought you said you were a messy man.

Sam: *laughs, wiping his face.*  I am messy.   But I don’t like my house to be.  I pay someone to keep the place picked up for me.

Dr. Holiday: Is cleaning up after you something you expect your wife to do?

Sam: *shakes his head.*  No… I mean if she wants to that would be a bonus.  But I’m not expecting it.  We can always hire someone to do light cleaning.

Dr. Holiday: Okay, well, just remember it’s something you two will have to discuss  If your matched.  Okay, I’d like a tour of your house particularly your bedroom.

Sam: *nods*  Right this way.

[Scene Sam and Dr. Holiday are in Sam’s overflowing closet. Dr. Holiday has her hand on a stack of Sam shirts as she speaks to him. He laughs, then shows her his football gear from high school. Scene progresses to them leaving his bedroom.]

Dr. Holiday: *points to a weathered picture of a woman and man, that’s in a double silver frame with a house.*  Who is this?  

Sam: * licks his lips.*  It’s my mother and father.

Dr. Holiday: And why the house?

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Sam: Well, my father built the house for my mother before they were married. See, my dad was 5 years older than my mother and crazy about her.  He’d ask her to marry him every Sunday after church. My mom liked him but thought he wasn’t ready to be a husband.  So she told him one Sunday, if he built her a house she’d marry him.  And that’s exactly what he did.   He died the night I was born, taking my mother to the hospital. But my mother never let his memory die and that why building house is our family business today.

Dr. Holiday : That’s a bitter sweet story Sam. But I like how you seem to take everything in stride and a cute smile too.  That’s why we’ve found you a match.

Sam:  What?  So… I’m getting married?

Dr. Holiday : *Smiles * Yes you are.

Sam: *bends down and hugs the doctor* Wow!

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When Dr. Holiday told me I’d been matched, my mind shut down for about twenty minutes.  I have so much to prepare but it’s not real for me just yet.  I still have to tell my mother, that this is really happening.  I’m not sure how she is going to take the news.  I feel like she been waiting for me to have that perfect love story like hers.  But she’s got to realize this is my life, and my story.

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[Sam holds up pizza and a 6 pack of beer.  Putting it on the table, he kisses his mother on the cheek.]

Sam: *looks to his sister, rubbing the back of his neck.*

Sabrina: *shakes her head, nodding towards their mother.* Tell her.

Joanna: *looks between both her children.* Tell me what?

Sam: *takes a swig of his beer.* Mom, I’m going to be getting married in two weeks.  That experiment, that I told you about. They found me a match.

Joanna: No, No! and Hell No! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of.  Sam you have never had a problem dating.

Sabrina’s: *mouth drops open.* That’s what I said.

Sam: *Glares at his sister.* It’s about more than finding dates mom. *looks to his mother.*  It’s about finding a woman special enough to be my wife.  It’s better than online dating.  Which is really just trying to find the cutest puppy in the pet shop.

Joanna:  if you want a wife that bad let me pick her.  At least you’d know what she looked like Evans! This is ridiculous.

Sam:  A team of specialist is hand picking me a bride, mom.  People who know what it takes to maintain healthy relationships.

Sabrina’s: *mouth forms a perfect.*

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I think I just went too far.

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Joanna: *in a calm tone* I love you, Sam.  And at the end of the day you are an adult.  So if you want to make this colossal mistake. *Opens her hands wide.* Then it’s your choice but I refuse to be a part of this.

Sabrina: *Looks crestfallen* No mom. You can’t do that.

Sam: What if this person turns out to be the one, and you miss my wedding mom.

Joanna: It’s not real.  And you and I both know this sham isn’t going to last.  Do you really think this is what your father would want you?

Sam: Sadly, mom, I guess we’ll never know…

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Things did not go well with my mother she’s not coming.  A part of me feels like her not supporting me is going to jinx the marriage before it even gets started.  I’ve never not had my mother in my corner. But you know what.  She raised me to be a man and as a man I make my own choices.  I think this is the right move for my life.  What’s the worst thing that happens, it doesn’t’ work.  But then again what if it does.

I’m Finn Hudson and welcome to my life. Totally kidding, but I’m 25 years young and from Boston, Massachusetts. Go Patriots! As of right now I’m in the reserves for the United States Air Force and when I’m not doing that I’m a mechanic. I decided to be on Married at First Sight because let’s face it, right now it’s hard to date with being gone once a month on the weekends, work and deployments. Maybe just maybe I can find that girl without really having to look. ——

[Finn walking into Olive Garden wearing his Utility uniform. Finn spotted his mom right away and smiled at her. His smile always grew bigger around his mom because he knew he was doing the right thing for her.]

Finn: So I have something to tell you. I promise it’s not a deployment this time.

Carole: It must be big news if you showed up in your uniform and at lunch. When I know all you guys go to Buffalo Wild Wings and eat for an hour.

Finn: And watch sports, but yeah it’s kinda big. I’m getting married. Next week.

Carole: Oh Finn! Wait who are you getting married to? Do I know her and it better not be your last girlfriend.

Finn: No I promise it’s not Christina. It’s for a tv show. I mean my love life has been like the worst. Maybe I can find a girl who likes me for me. And my love for sports.

Carole: If you’re happy Finn I support you, but please make sure you’re doing this for you and not because all your friends are getting married and have kids. I know you want to be able to give your kids what you never had, but you need to be happy first. I supported you with football and when you joined the military. I’ll support this, but make sure you’re happy okay?

Finn: I will mom. My goal in life is to now make you proud, my wife and my kids when that time comes. I know dad is already happy, but I want to do this.

[ Finn stands up and hugs his mom. Talking about his dad was always hard for them and Finn was always the one to make sure she was okay since he was the man of the house. After that hug they both sat down and ordered their food and ate.]

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I think my mom took it pretty well. She knows that I strive to do what my dad did and she knows I want to finish what he started with a family. As long as I love her I know my mom will.

Today I’m going to have to tell my parents that I’m getting married over Skype. I wish I could do it face to face, but Ohio is a little too far away. Hopefully, they will be able to fly down for the wedding. My mom’s health hasn’t been the greatest.

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[Jesse carries his open laptop into his office and calls up his parents, waiting for them to answer with the camera open and reveals his mother and father. He smiles widely and waves at them.]

Jesse: Hi Mom, where’s pop? Grab him. I have some news.

Caroline: Hi honey, hang on. I’ll call him over. *looks away from the camera and calls out* Henry! Come here. Jesse’s on the computer. He says he has some news.

Henry: *arrives a few moments later* Hello son, I was just out in the garden. Mom says you have some news?

Jesse: *nods, smiling again* Yes, I have some news. I’m getting married in thirteen days.

Caroline: *blinks and then her face lights up* Oh Jesse, that’s wonderful news. Did you say thirteen days? Why are you getting married so quickly, honey?

Henry: Yes, who is this girl that you’re marrying so quickly? She’s not in a...um...family way is she?

Jesse: *shakes his head with a laugh* No, nothing like that! Remember. I told you both that I would be signing up for that experiment where I’d marry a complete stranger? It’s like a matchmaker thing.

Caroline: *gasps* Oh that’s right. I remember you saying that. So they picked you a wife and now you’re getting married? You don’t know anything about her? Not even her name?

Jesse: Nope, not even her name. We won’t meet until we’re at the altar.

Henry: Well, are you sure that that is something you want to do, Jesse? This woman could be anyone off of the street.

Jesse: I know, Dad. I know. I’m just choosing to trust the system. After all, this thing works kind of how my website works. So, I know that there’s something to this.

Caroline: Well, if this is what you’re doing, honey, you know that we will be there to support you. I just hope that they pick a woman who is worthy of my Little Miracle Boy.

Jesse: Mom...I thought we agreed that you’d stop calling me that. I’m 32.

Henry: That’s right. He’s a grown man, Caroline. Don’t treat him like a baby.

Caroline: Well, I can’t help it! He is my baby. I still remember when we brought you home from the hospital-

Jesse: Mom! Mom, we’re getting off topic. I just want to make sure that you guys would be good about coming to the wedding? It’s going to be down here. So you’re going to have to fly.

Caroline: Of course we’ll be there. You think I’m going to miss my Little Miracle’s wedding day?

Henry: I’ll get the clearance from Mom’s doctor, but we will try our hardest to be there.

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My mom just had to have a major surgery, and I’m just hoping that she’ll be cleared to fly. It wouldn’t feel right to get married without her being there.

I am Ryder Lynn, and I am 25 years old. I am the manager at a gaming lounge and I am getting married!

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[The scene showcases Ryder at his work, who appears to be telling a story to a group of people, ranging from preteens to adults, and even an elderly man. They all appear to be amused, while Ryder makes wild hand gestures.]

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RYDER: I’d say I’m kind of an uninteresting person, but I’ve made a relatively good life for myself. A steady job. A successful business. Strong friendships. All that’s missing is love.

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Ryder is the nicest guy in the world! I’ve never met anyone who cares so much about so many people. He’d be a great husband. Hell, if either of us swung that way, I’d be proud to call him mine.

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[Ryder and Jace are seen knocking on a front door and let in by their parents.]

RYDER: I’m about to tell my family what’s going on, I hope they take well, or at least, support my decision.

[Ryder and his family are all sitting in a living room.]

RYDER: So, there is obviously something I wanted to tell you all.

JACE: Go for it, bro.

RYDER: I’m getting married.

[A long pause.]

JACE: That’s great, Ryder! I’m really happy for-.

GINA: Really? What… I didn’t know you were serious with anyone.

RYDER: *twiddles his thumbs* Well, I’m not really. I’m marrying a stranger… For a reality show.

BEN: A reality show? You’re going to marry a stranger so you can be on a reality show?

RYDER: Well, it’s not for the reality show, really. They scientifically match you up with someone perfect for you. That’s why I’m doing it. I want to meet the one, you know? It’s a reality show, so they can document the results.

BEN: This is completely against the sanctity of what marriage represents! You mean you’re going to live with a stranger and act like you’re married?

RYDER: No Dad, I’m getting married in a few weeks. Wedding and all. I’ll be staying with this girl for a year, then I’ll decide whether to stay married or not.

GINA: A year? Sweetie, that’s a really long time!

RYDER: I know, guys! I know. I get the risks and the weirdness, but I don’t want to debate about it. I am going to do this. I was just hoping you would come to my wedding.

BEN: *looks at his wife* Well… of course we will.

GINA: Ben!

BEN: Yes, Gina. He’s our son. We still need to be there for him. Protect him.

GINA: You can’t really be supporting this!

BEN: I’m not! But you know as well as I do that there is no convincing him to not do something when he says he’s gonna do it!

GINA: *looks at the floor for a few seconds* Okay.

JACE: Well, I’m happy you’re doing this and I wish you all the luck in the world. *stands and hugs her brother*

RYDER: Actually, sis, I was hoping you would be my best man.

JACE: Really?!

RYDER: Well, yeah. Duh!

JACE: *raises her hands in the air in triumph then hugs her brother again* Thank you, so much!

RYDER: *laughs* Of course.

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[Shows Mercedes inside her bakery handing a group of kids free cupcakes, then heading in the back to start decorating a wedding cake.]

Mercy: I have been getting a lot of Wedding Cake orders so I should have known it was my sign. I am not a risk taker for sure, I mean this Bakery used to be my Aunt’s little bistro, it had customers that had already tasted my desserts so I knew I had a bit of a following, but applying for this, this was my big risk of 2016.

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I applied for this Marriage at First Sight, experiment, because I want to believe that there is a thing as the perfect match and if mines is out there, maybe this will make us find each other. The craziest thing is that I actually got accepted for this and I was told that I am getting married in 12 days. Its a little surreal you know? I never win anything and essentially I won a husband. Telling my family I am going to be getting married to a stranger is going to be fun. I grew up in a very loving household, with two amazing parents and three older brothers, one of whom is my twin, older by 10 minutes, I refused to come out I was told. [Laughs] Since neither my brothers nor my parents live around here, I get to tell them the news via Skype. Now I am doing my brothers first because they are gonna be harder on me than my parents.

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Mercy: *sits in front of the camera with a wide smile greeting her brothers.*Hey guys! So I am glad you all are on here.

Malcolm: What’s up family! Okay Merce what is this meeting for I am on the clock I have an appointment in 30 minutes

Marcus: So? Don’t you guys all run late anyways

Malcolm: Shut up! I actually don’t!

Michael: Can we get on with this I was actually in the middle of something here.

Mercy: *Rolls her eyes at her brothers. They were worse than girls sometimes.* Guys! I am not gonna keep you I just need to you get up here on the 17th of this month. I am getting married and you can’t miss it.

Malcolm, Marcus, Michael: *Stare at the screen taking in her words then cry out in unison* WHAT?

Mercy: I mean I told you that guys that I was applying to be on “Marriage at First Sight and apparently they found me a match.

Malcolm: *scoffs* Considering the person you are I find that highly hard to believe. I mean Merce let’s be honest here, you are the best little sister but sometimes you can be naive and we all worry about you….now you want to marry a complete stranger?

Marcus: Mal is right Cedes. You didn’t even like sharing space with Michael and ya’ll shared a uterus. You guys were wombmates. What makes you think you can live with a stranger.  

Michael: *voice in the background says she’s completely turned off now*

Mercy: MICHAEL! Were you in the middle of bumping uglies when we called? Why would you answer the freaking call?

Michael: Uh because it was you guys calling, I always answer no matter what. And you really need to stop calling it bumping uglies. How you gonna get married and you can’t even say the word Sex.

Malcolm: *hits his head* She don’t need to be saying sex anyways it ain’t like she having it.

Mercy: Oh my Gosh can we just talk about this marriage and not all this extra stuff

Marcus: You know whoever this dude is she ain’t even gonna let him touch her, ya’ll know we all done made her a Prude.

Michael: Something til this day I am proud of.

Mercy: STOP IT! I am 27 years old and I am getting married okay? He will be my husband so that means if I want to have sex with him then I will!

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I love my brothers I really do, but sometimes being the only girl it sucks. My mom can only do so much, because we are out numbered. I know they mean well, and they want me to be happy. But they are such a bunch of hypocrites.

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Malcolm: Okay Merce calm down, don’t be getting all angry and going all crazy on us. You know we want you happy and if this is going to make you happy, then you know I will be there.

Marcus: Count me in too. We got you Babysis.

Michael: *sighs* Well I guess I don’t have a choice now do I? Tell me Merce what does this dude look like? He got any hot relatives?

Mercy: *slaps her forehead.* Perv I swear! Look I don’t know what he looks likes all I know is that we were matched up to be a perfect fit, and his ring size. That is it.

Michael: Naw Mercy it ain’t going down like that I mean you don’t know nothing about dude? You do realize that that means he could look like anything or anyone and let’s be real here you either gonna get stuck with Urkel or Stephan.

Marcus: Or Fat Albert…just saying

Mercy: You guys know I don’t care about all that. I just want a good man and if he is my match then he might be that good man.

Malcolm: Michael leave her alone okay we are going to support her in this and that is final!

Michael: FINE! But i will only console her after the divorce, after I say I told you so. I know you better than anyone Mercedes Jones I know you are not the marry the stranger type of girl. But Like Mal said we got you. No matter what.

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Like I said they are a mess., but I love them. After I got off of Skype with Marcus and Michael, Malcolm stuck around to talk to me and give me some big brother advice.

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Malcolm: How sure are you that this is what you want to do? Like on a scale of 1 to 10

Mercy: *sighs leaning forward* 9 Mal, I know it seems weird for me, but you know I never do anything without being pushed. I wouldn’t have gone to Prom had you not encouraged me to go, I wouldn’t have the bakery if mom and dad didn’t push me to it. I want love and relationships but I am so afraid of getting hurt, that I have closed myself off from guys.

Malcolm: That jackass Brendan really did a number on you Merce, so its understandable that you would be afraid to get back out there, but there are other ways, other guys.

Mercy: So you want me to go out on some meaningless dates, or sign up online, when I can have a man handpicked just for me? I told myself if I got picked for this then it was meant to be and out of thousand, they found my perfect match. Its my blessing and I would be a fool not to take it.

Malcolm: *smiles brightly* That is all I wanted to hear. I am sure he will be amazing and if on the off chance that he isn’t you nave us with you okay? Michael, Marcus and I just want what is best for you. We love you.

Mercy: I know, I love you too.

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Now its time to Skype my parents and tell them I will be getting married. They were pretty encouraging when I decided to sign up, though to be fair none of us thought I was going to get picked.

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Mercy: *chews her bottom lip as she waits for the computer to connect, then smiles brightly as she sees her parents smiling back.* Hey guys how are you?

Richard: *smiles seeing his baby girl* Hey binks how are you?

Mercy: I am good daddy how are you and momma doing?

Amelia: We are good just got in from an afternoon walk.

Mercy: Oh that’s great well I won’t keep you I just thought you should know that I am getting married.

Richard: You’re what?

Mercy: Getting married. That show I told you about, well they found my perfect match and I am getting married.

Amelia: Oh my goodness you are serious aren’t you?

Richard:*sighs leaning back in his chair* And this is what you want? To marry a complete stranger?

Mercy: I haven’t had luck with guys I have picked out, so maybe this time will be different, maybe this time I will actually find love.

Richard and Amelia: *look at each other for a moment then back to the screen.

Amelia: When to do need us there?

Mercy: *Smiles brightly, clapping her hands together.* Well I need you guys here as soon as possible… I am getting married on the 17th, and I know its soon, but its happening, and I just need to go dress shopping and I can’t do that without you momma.

Richard: Have you told your brothers?

Mercy: I have, they were…well they were them but they are coming.

Amelia: Then I will be there tomorrow and your dad and brothers can come a few days before.

Richard: Yeah that will give me time to talk to them about what is and isn’t appropriate on camera.

Mercy: *smiled brightly* Thanks Daddy and mama I will see you in the morning.

So I am Marley Rose, I’m twenty-five and I am from Savannah, Georgia, I went to college in Asheville, and now I’m here. I’m a Social Worker, so I work with kids, and I love my job! I signed up for Married at First Sight because something was missing in my life, and here I am! [Marley is heading into her apartment, and puts her keys on the key hook. A small dog runs up to greet her, and she bends down and pets her]

Marley: I guess I applied for the show because I want my happily ever after, and I haven’t met him yet. It isn’t that I haven’t looked, I just haven’t found him yet. Honestly, what’s better than having someone matched perfectly for me? I’m really excited about this!

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 I feel communication is the key to a strong marriage, and seeing that I think we’re both going into this for the same reason, to fall in love, might work towards our advantage.. I just really hope our first time meeting gives me the ‘pop’ feature. You know, heart soaring, and foot popping. Corny, I know!

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[Marley is heading into Fig Tree Restaurant. She has on a black and white stripped dress, and her hair is down in loose waves. She spots her mother, and heads over to her.] Marley: Mama! I am so glad you came! I have something I need to tell you! [Millie Rose is a larger woman with a kind face, she stands up, and kisses her daughter on the cheek]

Millie: It seemed pretty important, is everything alright?

Marley: Everything is perfect! Wonderful even. *Long pause* I’m… getting married!

Millie:  You’re what? Did you just say you’re getting married??? You don’t even have a boyfriend! Marley: I am getting married, and I don’t have a boyfriend.. I actually won’t meet him until we get married. *Marley tucked her hair behind her ears, and blushes*

Millie: You’re marrying a stranger? Are you sure about this, Marley? This is a big deal, marriage is a big deal.. I don’t know if you’re ready.. You have no idea who he is! What if he’s no good??

Marley: Mom, they run a complete psychological background check, and he is a perfect match for me. We’re compatible on every level… what if this is my one shot at true love?

Millie: If you’re sure about this.. You’re a grown woman…. I can’t believe my baby is getting married!

[Millie stands up, and hugs her daughter tightly. The two hold each other for a moment, before sitting down and finishing their meal.]

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I really think that went well. I knew my mother would worry, but I’m so glad she supports me, and that is the most important thing!

I suppose my case is a special one. I sort of was in a serious relationship with a guy, like married to him, and now I’m going to marry a girl!

[Quinn gets ready for her work day, fixes hair and applies make-up.]

Quinn: That’s why I applied to the show. Because I want to be a wife, I want to have a family, and I had already used so much of my life on a marriage that seemed doomed from early on. So I’d rather be paired with someone I, at least, have a chance with.

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I think I’ll make a really great wife. I thought I was the first time, I just wasn’t compatible with my husband. Part of that was probably because I realized I was attracted to women.

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[Quinn walking to her parents’ home. Judy opens the door and lets her inside]

Quinn: But today, I tell my parents I’m getting married in, like, two weeks to someone I’ve never met before. And… I think they might not be thrilled.

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[Quinn sits down on the couch in Russell and Judy’s living room. She shifts and then takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Russell and Judy are each sitting in armchairs, opposite her. Russell seems stern, Judy keeps glancing around, trying not to look at the camera.]

Quinn: I suppose I should just say it. I’m getting married. In two weeks.

Judy: What do you mean you’re getting married. You just got divorced, Quinn!

Quinn: *holds up hands* Okay, I know, Mom, but that marriage was over for years now, honestly.

Judy: Well, who is this man?

Quinn: It’s… going to be a woman. Like we had talked about before. And I don’t know who she is, we’ve never met.

Judy: Are you crazy?

Quinn: *tries not to laugh* No, but this seemed like a good idea. I’ll get paired with somebody who’s supposed to be great for me. After last time, not knowing it wasn’t going to work, this seems so much better. It’s set up to succeed, not fail.

Judy: *sighs* Oh, Quinn…

Quinn: *looks at Russell* Dad…?

Russell: If it’s what’s going to make you happy…

Quinn: I hope so.

Russell: We’ve always done our best to support your decisions, Quinn. This time, it isn’t going to be any different.

Quinn: So you’ll be there?

Judy: *sighs* If we must!

Quinn: *sarcastic* Thanks, Mom.

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[Russell is walking Quinn to the front door.]

Russell: *quietly* Maybe this wasn’t the best way to do this, Quinn.

Quinn: I didn’t think I’d get chosen for this, to be honest. I just thought it seemed like a really good idea. I still think it is. I feel like I lost years, I want to make up for them. I don’t want to waste time looking for someone and missing out even more if this would work out.

Russell: I understand. It’s just all very… public.

Quinn: I know. I still think it’s worth it.

[Russell nods and hugs Quinn at the door before they exchange goodbyes as she leaves]

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Well, that could have gone worse, so I think we’re in the clear and I’m getting married!

Hello.  I was told I needed to take a moment to introduce myself to our viewers.  My name is Rachel Barbra Berry and I originally hail from NYC.  If you are a Broadway enthusiast, you might recognize me from my days on the stage.   I am currently living in Charleston where I teach music, direct and run a community musical theatre group.   I suppose I’m here for the same reason as everyone else.  My love life hasn’t exactly proved fruitful and I want to find my other half.  Today I’m meeting my dads to tell them about the show and my impending nuptials.  I’m not entirely sure how this meeting is going to go and to be honest, I’m rather terrified.   Wish me luck!

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Rachel: *looks at the camera and flashes a nervous smile before opening the door to reveal her fathers* Here goes.   Dad, Daddy – hi!

Hiram: *Pulls daughter into a warm embrace* Rachel, sweetheart.  You look – anxious.  *turns to his husband Leroy* Doesn’t she look anxious?  *then back at his daughter* Is everything alright?

Rachel: *smiles brightly and nods* everything is fabulous.  Actually, things are better than fabulous.  Perfect really.

Leroy: *Narrows his eyes and raises his brows as he studies his child* Rachel Barbra Berry, I know you.  I know when your voice climbs an octave and a half in three sentences, everything is not fine.  What’s going on?  Are you in trouble?  Did you lose your job and - *Pauses when he notices the camera crew* Rachel – why is a camera crew standing in your living room?

Rachel: *clasps her hands together and flashes her fathers a sheepish grin* Yes, see, why don’t we have a seat in the living room.  I have something rather interesting to tell you.

Hiram: *Sits down next to his husband, watching his daughter pace* Rachel, why don’t you calm down and talk to us?

Rachel: *briefly looks between her parents before resuming her almost frantic pacing* I – do you remember how I said I desperately wanted to get married one day?  Well, see, after countless awful dates and tubs of ice cream, I decided it was time to take my future into my own hands.

Leroy: *confused, purses his lips and glances over at his terrified husband* Rachel, stop.  You’re rambling incoherently again.  What do you mean by you’ve taken your future into your hands?  Have you met someone?  Have you been seeing someone without telling us?  Because if that’s the case –

Rachel: *shakes her head wildly* No, I – mean, yes, but no.

Hiram: *blows out a breath, stands up and walks over to Rachel* Honey, listen.  Whatever’s going on with you – it’s okay.  Your father and I will always be here for you and –

Rachel: *pulls her hands away and rakes them through her hair* No, I’m not losing my mind or seeing someone in secret.  I’m – I’m getting married.

Leroy: *jumps to his feet* WHAT?  You just told me you weren’t dating anyone?  Were you lying or simply delusional?  *Stabs his finger towards the cameras* Is that what the cameras are for?  To make sure you have witnesses?    

Hiram: *quickly steps between his husband and daughter* Leroy, calm down.  Let Rachel finish. *turns back to Rachel* Explain.

Rachel: *purses her lips while tapping her foot in frustration*  I wasn’t lying a moment ago nor am I lying now.  The cameras are here because I’m starring in a reality show.

Leroy: *huffs* I feel so much better.  Rachel Barbra Berry, we taught you better than this!  What were you thinking?  You’re a former Broadway Star!  A teacher!  You told us you didn’t want to live in the limelight!  You gave up stardom to be a teacher and now – now this?  You really have lost your mind.  How do you get out of this ridiculous contract?

Rachel: *glares back at her ranting father* What?  You’re not making any sense.  I don’t wish to be released from my contract and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with my chosen profession.  I make a difference in my students’ lives.  Look, since you’re clearly not going to listen to reason, let me reiterate: I’m getting married.

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Yep, it was like ripping off a band-aid.   Only more painful.

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Hiram: Enough, Leroy.  *leans towards his husband and whispers* She’s clearly having some sort of emotional breakdown.  I knew we shouldn’t have let her leave New York.  *turns back to his daughter* Rachel, you aren’t making any sense.  You just told us in no uncertain terms that you weren’t dating anyone, so how on earth can you be getting married?

Rachel: *drops down onto the coach* I don’t know him.  My future husband, I mean.  That’s the premise of the show.  In two weeks, I’m not only going to meet my fiancé, but I’m going to marry him.   *both parents stare slack-jawed*  I don’t expect you to understand.  You two are soulmates.   You never needed to take such radical steps to find the one.  I, on the other hand, have spent more time wallowing with Ben and Jerry than happy. Please.  I’m not asking for your acceptance.  I’m asking for your support.

Leroy: *stares* I can’t believe what I’m hearing.   Not only did you sign up to be on a reality show, but you signed up to give yourself to some stranger?  Did your father and I teach you nothing about love and marriage?  You can’t – love doesn’t work like that!  It takes time to develop!  Hiram, help me here.

Hiram: *exhales deeply* No.

Leroy: What do you mean no?  She’s lost her senses!

Hiram: *pulls his husband to the side* You know our daughter.  The more we push her in one direction, albeit the sane one, she’s going to run in the opposite.  We both know - *turns to Rachel* we do not approve of this nonsense Rachel, but you are our daughter and we’ve always promised to support you.

Leroy: *growls* Hiram…

Rachel: *nods and blinks her burning eyes* I understand.  Will you at least attend the wedding?  You never know, the three of us might truly like him.

Hiram:  Of course, Rachel.  Of course.

Rachel: *needing a few moments to collect her thoughts, Rachel excuses herself and walks to her room*

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If you don’t mind, I’d like a few moments to myself.

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[After a few minutes, Rachel reemerges and sits down across from her dads]

Leroy: *sighs softly* Rachel, I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have reacted so strongly.  This *waves towards the camera* just seems ludicrous to me.  You’re a talented, beautiful and strong young woman, so why?  Why would you put yourself in such a potentially painful situation?  What if you don’t like the person?  What if we don’t like him?  I – I don’t want my only daughter settling for some low life who can’t get a date, let alone a wife.  *he places his hands over Rachel’s* You deserve the world, Rachel.

Rachel: *wipes her tear-filled eyes and smiles* Oh Daddy.  I know this all sounds insane, but – I really have a good feeling about it.  I need to see this through.  *shrugs* Besides, the show is run by professionals.  They interviewed me at length and promised they would pair me up with someone who is not only compatible, but someone who shares my core values.  *squeezes her father’s hand* Plus, I’m not alone, you know.  Kitty auditioned as a form of moral support and they selected her as well.

Hiram: *Scoffs* Oh, I’m sure her parents are thrilled.  *Exhales softly and looks at his daughter*  We still don’t agree with your choice, but - *pauses and laughs* it wouldn’t be the first time.  We just want you to be happy.  Like your father stated so eloquently, you deserve the world.

Rachel: *nods as her smile widens* You have no idea how much your support means to me.  I promise everything is going to work out.  You’ll see.

Leroy: *Stands up and clears his throat awkwardly* You do realize - *he looks over at the cameras* - he better not hurt you.

Rachel: *nods* I know, Daddy.  Listen, why don’t we go get dinner.  I’m famished and would like to spend some time with my parents before they have to give me away.

Hiram: *sniffs and pulls her into a tight hug* Never, Rachel.  Never.  *kisses the top of her head* Dinner sounds nice.  It’ll give us a chance to discuss the details and – do we get to help you pick out your wedding dress?  Please tell me this asinine show isn’t planning on taking away my God-given right.

Rachel: *laughs against her father’s chest* Of course.  I wouldn’t dare pick out a dress without your input.  *Steps back and retrieves her purse from the end table*

Leroy: Since you just dropped a bomb on us, we get to pick the restaurant.

Rachel: Sounds reasonable to me.   Let me take care of one more thing.  I’ll meet you at the car.

[Both parents kiss their daughter and walk outside leaving Rachel alone in the room]

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Well, tonight didn’t exactly go as planned, but I suppose it could have been worse.   They’re not only still talking to me, but they’ve agreed to help me prepare for the wedding *grins and squeals* I’m getting married!

My name is Katherine Wilde, but I go by Kitty. I’m twenty-six years old, and I’m originally from New York City. I moved to Charlotte, North Carolina with my best friend a couple years ago, and now I work as teen librarian. I honestly don’t have a good reason for signing up for this show. My best friend was trying out, so I did it, too. Just for fun, know? I never imagined that I’d actually get chosen. But I’m optimistic that I could find true love through this experiment. I mean, isn’t that why we’re all here?

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[Kitty is shown knocking on the door of a hotel room suite. An older man answers the door. He and Kitty embrace.

Kitty: Hi daddy. It’s so good to see you!

Adam: It’s good to see you, too, Kitten. Now why don’t you come inside and tell us why you had us all fly out here.

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Okay, so here’s the thing. I never actually told my family that I was signing up for this show mostly because I just know that they’re going to hate the idea of it. They’re just a bunch of very private people, and the idea of putting my life - and their lives by association - is bound to cause a little chaos. Of course, they do know something big is happening. I mean, I did tell them that I had huge news for them and there would be a camera crew present, but I’m pretty sure they don’t even know that Married At First Sight even exists. Either way, this should be a highly entertaining reveal.

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[Kitty takes a seat on one of the armchairs as the camera scans over everyone else in the room. Her older brother, Bryce, is sitting in the armchair next to her. Her older sister Heather is sitting on one of the beds with her husband Caleb, and their three young children Devin, Michael, and Avery. Her parents Adam and Victoria are seated on the edge of the other bed.]

Kitty: Alright, as you all know, I asked you to fly out here for a very specific and important, unknown reason. I’m getting married in five days as part of the new reality show Married At First Sight, and I want all of you to be there.

Victoria: You’re what? *her eyes are practically popping out of her head* When did this happen?

Kitty: Rachel decided to audition, and it sounded like it could be fun, so I auditioned, too. Just to be her moral support. And they picked me, so I kind of just thought ‘why not?’ *shrugs*

Heather: So you’re only doing this because Rachel is?

Kitty: No. I’m doing this because it’s an opportunity for me to find true love. None of the guys I’ve been with have worked out, but they’ve got scientists finding my perfect match for me. And I’d really appreciate it if you were one of my bridesmaids. And obviously, Michael is too young to crawl his way down the aisle, but I would love it if Devin could be my ring bearer and Avery my flower girl.

Heather: I really don’t know if I want my kids to be a part of this. I mean, it’s not like it’s a real wedding.

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And here’s the part of telling my family that I was worried about. My sister will do anything in her power to make me feel like what I want is a burden on her and everyone else. So, even though having my niece and nephew in my wedding is something super important to me, she’s going to keep that from happening just to make things harder for me.

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Kitty: *sighs* It’s a real wedding, Heather. It’s going to be in a church with a minister and everything. It’s not like I’m standing up there playing dress up like I did when I was a kid.

Heather: It’s not a real wedding if you’ve never met the groom. Why do my kids have to be a part of your social experiment?

Kitty: Because it would mean a lot to me if you could allow them to do this for me.

Heather: This is really weird, Kitty. Even you have to admit that this might be the dumbest thing that you’ve ever done.

Bryce: Heather, why can’t you just be a friend? Why do you have to be such a mega-bitch? *smirks*

Heather: Because I can be. *smirks back* And while I appreciate your use of a movie quote, maybe don’t curse in front of my kids you douche nugget. *throws pillow at him*

Bryce: And douche nugget isn’t a curse word? *laughs* But seriously, if this is what Kitty wants to do, let the kids be a part of it. If this experiment ends up working out, and she stays with the guy, you’re going to feel like crap because you and the kids won’t be in any of their wedding photos, and then you’ll look like the crappy sister here.

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Have I mentioned that I love my brother? Seriously, he’s the only sane person in this family.

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Heather: Fine. *sighs* Devin, Avery, and I will be in your wedding - but only if mom and dad approve of it.

Adam: *pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs before looking up at his family* Of course, we approve of it.

Victoria: We do?

Adam: If this is what Kitty wants, and if it’s going to make her happy, I’m going to do what I can to make this wedding happen. I can’t say that I agree with her decision to be on this show, but I would be a pretty crappy dad if I didn’t walk my daughter down the aisle.

Kitty: Thank you, daddy. Seriously. It means the world to me that you would be supportive of my decision even when I know this isn’t what you wanted from me.

Adam: You’re welcome. And besides, when have you kids ever done exactly what we wanted from you. Our last name is Wilde for a reason after all. *chuckles*

Kitty: Ha ha, Dad. Very funny.

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So, now we know where my brother gets it. But, in all seriousness, telling my family went a lot better than expected. Even if my sister had to be guilted into being a part of my wedding, I’m confident that my family will be supportive of me on wedding day. And if they aren’t, they’ll at least attempt to fake it, and really, that’s all I can hope to ask.

Sometimes you’re presented with an opportunity that surprises and thrills you for many reasons and you’re just like why the hell not! ‘Sup Brittany S Pierce, here. 27, writer, daughter, sister and all around awesome person. You are probably like, “she’s super hot and charismatic shouldn’t she have already found her equally hot lady or guy?” It’s true, I’ve had my fair share of action, but finding something more substantial, that’s been a little difficult. I have always wanted a family, a super diverse family. One asian child from an asian country, one black child from America, one black child from an African country, one black child from a Latin country, one brown child from a Latin country, and one white child from a Latin country. Everyone knows two loving parents are better than one. Just as much as I want a family, I’d like a partner. Someone to care for and laugh with and cook noodles for and have awesome sex with. Fingers crossed.

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[A family game of pictionary is under way, and Brittany is winning by a ridiculous amount of points, partially because she fudges the points a little but mostly because she is extremely good at pictionary. Brittany draws a picture of an eyeball, a diamond ring next to a wedding dress, an aisle in the middle of pews on the large pad of paper.]

Pierce: Julia Roberts!

Whitney: Oh, good job, honey. Runaway Bride, I love that movie.

Brittany: Wrong!

Kelly: Clearly if it were the movie, the answer would be the movie not the actress. Eye… um… Bride… wedding… ring…

Pierce: I am a bride on a mission to get a ring!

Kelly: No, dad. What even is that? Britt, that’s lame

Brittany: No Kell, Dad’s got this one… sort of.  Uh, well.. The show found someone for me with there super accurate scientology science and we are getting married in a couple weeks!

Pierce & Whitney: *Stares blankly before laughing together.*

Whitney: Good one, honey

Brittany: No mom, really. I’m getting married.

[A moment of silence settles]

Pierce & Whitney: *Stares blankly* Right. *cheers in unison*

Kelly: Wait a minute. Stop. You are telling me you are actually going to marry a complete stranger who we don’t know who could be a psychotic ax murderer?

Brittany: Yup, that’s what I’m telling you. *smiles*

Kelly: *looks around the room* No one is concerned about this.

Pierce: I’m sure Britt knows what she’s doing and we just want her to be happy… right? *looks over at his youngest daughter.

Kelly: Yeah, I mean yeah of course. Congrats, I guess, Britt.

Whitney: *Looks concerned but then smiles* If this is what you want , honey I’m so happy for you.

Brittany: Thanks guys. I appreciate it. So clear your schedules because there is going to be a wedding in two weeks!

Kelly: I hope the new dress you’re going to buy me for this thing is really nice.